A/N: Hello my lovely readers:) Thank you so much for all the support. Seriously, everyday I get amazed with all the love and support I get. You guys have been the best readers anyone could ever wish for, so thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Ok, here is chapter 20 and I hope you like it. Oh, and sorry for the long wait, since I have school to keep up too, I won't be able to update as often as before, but no worries, I will try to post every week or two. Anyways, I really tried to capture the emotions behind each action in this chapter, and hopefully it came out just that. Give me your thoughts and let me know what you think.

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Find me here, and speak to me.
I want to feel You, I need to hear you.
You are the light, that's leading me,
to the place, where I find peace again.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting
You are the life, to my soul
You are my purpose, you're everything

You calm the storms, and you give me rest
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away
Would You take me in, would You take me deeper, now.

Everything by Lifehouse

Chapter Twenty - Leave Me Breathless

It was Eric who cleared his throat pronouncedly to break the rather intense moment between me and Godric. I had entirely forgotten about the tall vampire and the young blonde girl that was witnessing the explicit kiss that was happening between us. I was so completely caught up in everything that was Godric, I didn't even notice that the girl, whom I still don't know her name, had been staring shamelessly with her cheeks glowing pink. The air was slightly heavy with awkwardness. I was too embarrassed to look them in the eye after the show we put on. So like a little girl, I kept my head hidden in Godric's neck, hiding my blushing cheeks. It was Godric who pulled slightly away from me to glance at Eric.

"Godric, we must speak…" said Eric, while his eyes staring at his maker un-movingly. Godric's hand moved to my lower back to support my legs that were still wrapped around him before speaking. "Perhaps, but there is still tomorrow Eric. Its dawn now, we shall all rest. We will speak tomorrow." Godric spoke, his voice soft yet commanding. With that said, Godric turned and started walking back, while still carrying me in that awkward position. I think he walked about ten feet before he moved in vampire super speed. WHOOSH. And we were right out side of the hotel room. "Aaahhh" I groaned my hand moving to my head, as I felt a rush of dizziness. "Don't do that again without warning, it's going to give me a head ache." I complained with a slight amusement in my voice. "My apologies," said Godric teasingly. He opened the door supporting me with one arm, and moved inside, going straight to the bedroom. He walked gracefully; moving toward the bed I was laying on earlier before slowly setting me down on it.

I looked up to his beautiful face, as he looked down to mine. That was when our eyes met. I couldn't help but replay the scene on the roof top over and over again. If I had been a minute late, he might not be standing here. He could have been ashes, burnt by the morning sunlight. I bit my lips not to cry, as my fingers moved to grasp on to his shirt again. His eyes softened as he tucked a few strand of hair behind my ear. "You should rest." He advised quietly, his fingers moving to brush against my hair.

I didn't want to rest or sleep. I couldn't trust myself. I felt like what happened tonight was going to haunt my dreams. I felt like if I slept he was going to leave me, and I would wake up to find out he is gone. "I have something for you…" I said as my hand reached to my neck and pulled off the necklace I was wearing. "It's my father's, he gave it to me a week before he died." It was true, a week before he died, our church was part of a state choir championship, and I had to perform in front of thousands of people for the first time. He looked so proud of me that day. I was very nervous, and before I went up the stage, dad called me and gave me his necklace. He said it was a family heirloom that belonged to my great grandfather. He said it was suppose to keep me safe, and hopefully it would keep Godric safe too. Godric looked a bit taken-back before he spoke. "I—I can not accept this, Anna." He said as his eyes scanned the jewelry. It was a cross necklace that was made out of white gold, while the cross part was carved out of a clear glass that was shaped beautifully. "Yes, you can. Just think of it as holding on to it for me."

That was when he understood what I was planning. He gave me a soft smile as he said, "I'm not going anywhere. I don't have to hold on to your treasure for you to know I'm not leaving." He knew. He understood why I gave him the necklace. I felt like if he had something that was important to me, he would not leave without giving it back. He must have thought it would give me a peace of mind because he carefully placed the necklace around his neck. I couldn't help but smile at him, seeing him with something that belonged to my father.

I stared at his beautiful face wanting to kiss him, wanting to taste him again. The kiss earlier wasn't enough. I wanted more, a lot more. And as if reading my mind, he bent down to press a soft kiss to my lips. But before he could pull away, my hands immediately pulled down on his shirt, using all the strength I could muster. It's not like I have the power to drag the vampire on to the bed, but he let me, as his lips repeatedly kissed mine, his hand moving to cup my face.

I have been kissed before, but it was nothing like this. I had dated in high school, even though the relationships never lasted longer than 2 or 3 month. But unlike the kisses I had before, Godric didn't grab, seize, or demand like teenage boys. He simply lured, touch by touch and caress by caress.

It was me who moved into him, into the kiss. His hand shifted from my jaw to the nape of my neck, his long fingers firm against my sensitive skin. His other hand grasped my hand, fingers intertwining and locking. His lips moved on mine, delicately shifting. I couldn't help but part my lips open as he surged in. His tongue meeting mine, not aggressively, yet powerfully. His habit of sweet grace seemed even more pronounced in this arena. Every movement was unhurried, languid, yet laced with absolute mastery and perfection.

My own heart beat seemed louder and faster than anything against my ear. My tongue moved everywhere, greedily savoring his taste. I couldn't get enough. Everything about him was intoxicating like a drug, making me want more and more, like I was be coming overly addicted to him. I couldn't help but moan against his lips.

My hand seemed to be itching to feel more, to hold more. Tentatively, I grabbed on the top button of his white shirt, uneasily undoing it. He didn't seem to notice, too lost into the kiss like I was. With an inward shrug, my fingers quickly moved boldly unbuttoning the buttons as fast as I could. His hand shot up, grabbing my hands as I was half way down his shirt. "No, wait." He tried to speak in between kisses, but his lips didn't seem to want to stop. My hands fought against his strong grip, wanting to be free to do what they like. But his firm hold seemed to be unmoving, forcing me to dig my fingernails into his skin. "...Just wanna touch." I argued still pressed to his lips. The only respond I got was him seizing my hands harder. There was no use. I wanted to feel his soft skin under my fingertips, to run my hand down his cold back, but he wasn't letting me.

His tongue swirled around in my mouth, swivelling in circular motions, and I found myself following his direction, playing a game of chase. Excitement shimmered through my body as the intimacy of the touch seemed to send feverish heat like a wild fire through my vein. I found myself eagerly and wantonly moaning, surrendering my mouth, as pleasure coursed through my body when he took… No, when he claimed my lips as his.

In the heat of the moment, I accidently bit on his tongue hard, causing him to let out a groan of pleasure, as his kiss came more heated. His hand that was firmly holding on to mine by his shirt moved, releasing his grip, so he could hold on to the back of my head. Using my new opportunity and freedom, my fingers quickly moved to his shirt, but this time I didn't try to unbutton it, knowing what could happen if he realizes what I'm doing again. No, this time, I grabbed on his shirt and gave it a hard jerk, causing the buttons to go flying everywhere. He groaned against my lips again.

Emboldened by the sound he made, my hands moved, sliding up in his now wide open shirt. My fingers slid higher, tracing over his lean abdomen before gracing up his strong chest. I let my hands moved everywhere, touching, pressing, scratching, grabbing, before finally settling on his shoulders. I grabbed the soft material of his shirt and pulled it down, trying to free him from it completely. But it was he who did the deed. In a quick vampire movement, he had the stupid shirt off of him and thrown over his shoulder. I happily traced over his skin, following the arch on his back. Lifting that arm, I draped it on his shoulder, sliding my fingers into his silky hair, and shifting closer, so I could kiss him more determinedly.

His arms closed around my bottom, lifting me up higher on to the bed. He moved to slid himself between my legs, as he pressed himself against me. He didn't crush me, yet there was no disguising the possessiveness behind the act. His hand slipped under my shirt, his fingers brushing against my stomach and rib bones. I couldn't help but shiver from the coldness as well as from the pleasure when his cold skin touched my hot ones.

Heat flooded within my body. Not in a searing rush, but in a steady relentless tide. It poured down my veins, filling me up, and taking me over. I clung on to him becoming drunk with his sweet exhilarating taste, feeling my senses slide beneath the heating waves. I let myself sink against him. His languidness had flown out the window, and now every kiss seemed deeper, stronger, like a current steadily eroding and denying my ability to think. Well, that was until my fingers found something on his back. "Wait, hold on—" I tried to break the kiss, but Godric pushed harder against me, not willing to release my lips. His kiss was deeper than before, almost making me lightheaded. I tried to shake it off by bringing my thoughts back to what I found. It was as if something round was molded on to his back. One of my fingers softly traced over it, following its circular shape.

"Wait, Godric, hold on for a sec—" I voiced pushing against his chest, forcing him to break the kiss. His lips moved as he pressed a long, alluring kiss on my neck, before he completely pulled back. I gasped trying to breathe, letting the oxygen move into my lungs. He was also breathing hard, not that he needed it. I looked up, my eyes capturing his face. His hair was a mess from where my fingers had been. His eyes were dazed as his pupils were dilated. His lips were slightly swollen and red. Oh God, he has kissed lips. I wanted to jump back to kissing those lips again, but I shook my head, forcing myself to hold back. His eyes were gliding over my face with a hungry look. I'm guessing I probably look the same as him.

"You have something on your back." I voiced breathlessly. He didn't answer as if knowing what I was talking about. All he did was gaze at my face, like he didn't want to miss a thing I was doing. After a moment of staring contest, I slowly moved on my knees and crawled toward his back, to take a better look at what I found. Once I was behind him my eyes immediately landed on something else. I was surprised to how I have never seen this before. It was an unusual tattoo that seemed to begin from the tip of his neck and continues all the way down to his back. I didn't know what the design was, probably some ancient Roman stuff.

My gaze kept on moving until it landed on a big circle burn on his upper shoulder. My eyes scanned over the course of the red circle. It was as big as my fist and it had strange writing and marking onto it. It was weird, after knowing him for this long, everyday I seem to discover many new things about him. My fingers slowly shifted over the scar, outlining softly. "You… you have been branded." It came out soft, almost un-hearable, but I knew the vampire heard what I said. "You never told me about that." I stated, wandering if he had been in too much pain when he was given this scar.

My hand moved to the tattoo that was around his biceps. In each arm it was a different design that graced his skin. It was so beautiful and mysterious. I slowly leaned down to lay a soft kisses on the tattoo that was around his arms, before moving to the tattoo on his back. When my lips touched his exposed back, I could hear the vampire take in a breath. I ran my lips softly down the length of the design, giving him many soft pecks. Once I was done with the tattoo, I moved to his branded scar, as I repeatedly laid soft, feather-light kisses on it. It pained me to see he had been hurt like this. Someone scarred him like this. Godric moved, pulling me away from his back. "You should rest." He said as he gave me a slightly push toward the bed. I didn't argue or fought over his decision. I just did what he said, as I laid on the bed. I repositioned myself, making a room for him before patting the bed next to me. His lips curved up in a small smile before he shifted to lie beside me. I immediately moved closer, using his chest as a pillow.

"How come you never told me about the scar?" I question quietly. He told me most of the stuff about his past, but he never mentioned about how he became a vampire, or what his life was like as a human. And guessing by the scar, it happened before he became a vampire or else the scar would have healed by now. "You never told me anything about how you were turned, or what it was like for you back then."

Godric was quite for a moment, his fingers softly brushing through my hair. "What would you like to know?" he asked his voice coming out low. I looked up, resting my chin on his strong chest, "everything. Tell me everything." I answered as I gazed up at his beautiful face. I wanted to know everything about him, every single detail, all the good and the bad stuff. He seemed to think for a moment trying to find a starting point. "…I was captured as a small boy in the first century of B.C. During one of Julius Caesar's invasions of Gaul…" And just like that he began his story.

I listened with a complete attention, not missing a single word that came out of his mouth. The whole time he looked lost in memory land, like he was replaying what happened. He told me how he was scared when he was captured as a little boy. He and many young captives were brought back to Rome to be sold as slaves to a roman masters. His master eventually revealed himself to be a vampire. He told me how his master was quite sadistic and cruel. He branded Godric, fed on him, abused him and used him in every humanly way possible. Godric never mentioned his master's name or the extent of abusement he endured. All he said was how he hated him. How he dreamed of being free of him. But everything changed when Godric was around sixteen or seventeen. His master finally turned him into a vampire. Godric said he continued to serve his master maker for awhile, until he learned and got the vampire gifts down. And then, one night, he murdered his maker.

Godric paused in the middle of his story, his eyes studying my face. "How did you kill your maker?" I questioned curious to how he did it. From what he told me awhile ago, that the older the vampires are, the stronger they get. I'm guessing Godric was like a baby vampire compared to his maker. "I have not shared this information with anyone… not even Eric…" he said softly. I opened my mouth to tell him it was fine, that he didn't have to tell me anything he doesn't want to, but he interrupted me. "It… it was decapitation." He stated with a bit of hesitance. I didn't want to admit it, but I was kind of happy that he killed his maker. He continued on telling me how he was able to decapitate him. Apparently, his maker trusted him enough to let him in where he slept, and that was when Godric made his move. He mentioned that it was very rare vampire's kill their makers because of the strong bond they shared.

After the end of his master maker, He decided to travel with the ancient vampire community, so he went on a limb. He traveled the world, hunting and feeding alone. Ever since his capture as a young boy by the roman army, he was fascinated by armies, and often followed them to watch the battle or fought in the nighttime raid. Then he would feed on or kill the wounded. He was wondering around the British coast when he first saw Eric…

I tried to listen as much as I could, but sleep was getting to me. I slowly closed my eyes letting Godric's voice be my lullaby. It didn't take me long to start snoozing, wrapped up in my dreams, which completely revolved around the young vampire I was madly in love with.

Important A/N: For those of you who want to know, this really is the real Godric's story. I might have expanded it a bit, adding on some stuff that could possibly happen, but 95 % of it came from the extended version DVD.

Here is a youtube link so you could see where I got it. Just remove where it said (dot) and replace it with a real dot.

http:/www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=MOsq5e4bUV8

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